The man let him go when he heard this, and with the little girl in his arms, took a few steps back, and turned to run towards the back!
Even in the midst of Tang Ye's carnage, even though he did not unleash his anger on these survivors, they were still controlled by their innate fear of zombies, and retreated at all costs.
The eight massive flesh stalks on Tang Ye's back were, indeed, a formidable sight. Standing erect, they were as tall as a twelve-story building; it would be quite unusual if they weren't terrifying!
A creature that could transform in such a way couldn't be a Level 2 zombie - it had to be at least a Level 3 one!
The flesh stalks, at times in the air, and at others on the ground, left the surviving soldiers and the nearby buildings in utter disorder, with gouges torn into the concrete roads everywhere they lashed out.
